Cold Hearted

Close Call

Harry POV

I took a deep breath and settled in my seat for a moment, I just wanted some alone time... to think and process some things so Elena went off to study with Mal while I sit under this lovely tree on an empty picnic table in the shade. It's a lovely little place really, a really good place to take a breather and... do a lot of good thinking.

I'm just a little confused about some feelings and such I've been getting recently, so I just wanted to sit down by myself for a while and just mindlessly doodle. Mindless doodling sometimes, for me at least, makes me actually reflect on what I'm thinking. My brain is a mess, my thought processes are always tangling up and getting mixed up so sometimes to straighten some thoughts out, doodling helps. I used to do it all the time back home, it's how I got emotions out. Scribbles and things like that, eventually I get something out of it but right now all I'm doodling in my notebook are swirls, random swirls and wiggly lines of sorts. It's something, I'm sure I'll get somewhere somehow,

"Hey... Harry right?"

I looked up from my bubble of peace and solitude and... oh not this bitch again. I sighed as the pink mess of hormones stared at me from a few feet away. Audrey I think is her name, not that I care to remember much else,

"Yeh, what do ye want so ye can leave me alone?"

I said with a groan. She then just.... came over to my table and sat down across from me, she put her bag down next to her and held her hand out over the table,

"I think we got off on the wrong foot, so I came to do this again. I'm Audrey!"

Oh, well that's stupid. I just stared at her hand with narrowed eyes and pretty much acted like I didn't know what a handshake was until she just awkwardly cleared her throat and put her hand down,

"Alright then... anyway uhm.... whatcha doing over here all by yourself? I thought you and... what was her name again? Eleanor?"

"Elena"

I very quickly corrected, very quickly at that. Eleanor? What the hell... that barely sounds like Elena. Eleanor is like this super formal uptight name, not to mention it's lengthy. Elena is a short name, one that naturally sounds sweet, adorable, and lovable... my hand slowly began moving again on the paper without me looking at the page,

"Oh right, Elena. I thought you two were besties? Then why are you over here all by yourself?"

I sighed and allowed my hand to move freely as it seemed to wish. I just wish I would be left alone, that's all I wanted I swear,

"She is my best friend, and I just wanted some alone time. It's not unreasonable for a person ta just wish for peace, solitude, and quiet for a few minutes eh?"

I don't think I can talk in a more mundane tone than right now. I looked back down at my paper and paused... hearts? I subconsciously drew hearts out of all things? Weird... weird for sure. I narrowed my eyes at the paper and pondered, suddenly I felt something brush against the inside of one of my legs. I jumped and immediately had to swallow a scream as I slammed my notebook shut and looked underneath the table... seriously? Her leg is in between my legs! What the fuck?!

"Don't touch me."

I said with a growl as I pulled my legs up and over the bench of the picnic table so they were away from her. She huffed and crossed her arms with a long sigh as if I'm the one that has something wrong with me. I'm not the one trying to caress someone's legs or arms without permission dammit! For once I KNOW I'm the sane person here! Elena has taught me well, she never touches me unless it's in a place she knows I'm okay with her touching. If she doesn't know, she simply asks! Apparently that's how decent people act, so that's where my bar is now,